"To be great is to be misunderstood." Wise words of Ralph Waldo Emerson. Sharks are commonly misunderstood as being malicious or evil, when they really could use some love. Here's such a shark. I've named him Jameson.

Growing up around farming, there are some (shall we say) interesting cures for 'what ails ya' that come up in those parts; however, my wife's family has probably the best one: Whiskey. When you feel the tickle in the back of your throat, take two shots of whiskey; the first is to burn out the sickness, and the second is to... make sure you got it. (PLEASE NOTE: Do not do this if you plan on driving, operating machinery, or any other activity that requires you to leave the house). One morning, I woke up around 3:00 AM and began to feel the sore throat. I stumbled to the kitchen for the whiskey, but realized that I had recently run out of the Kentucky Honey Whiskey I normally keep stocked for such occasions, and was left with my Jameson Gold Reserve. Don't get me wrong - I am very happy to drink the good stuff, but prefer to keep it for special occasions. I grabbed the shot glass from the cupboard, pulled the cork from the bottle, and took the shots. After a few moments, as I felt the warmth of this golden elixir flowing down to my stomach, I was looking over the bottle when I thought, "A warm tummy, this is happiness." (Side Note: This cure seems to work as long as you take it right at the very beginning! Plus, if you don't like the pure taste of whiskey, you can modify it to a Hot Toddy or Irish up your morning coffee; there are so many options to choose from!)